Joey Clarke stood in his walk-in closet and stared at the package he’d smuggled into the house. God, he longed to—
The door opened, and his twin sister, Jenna, stepped into the room, holding the phone she seemed to have glued to her hand.
“Seriously? You don’t knock? What if I was naked or something?”
“I’ve seen your ass before, Joey.”
He cringed. “Would you stop calling me that? We’re not five anymore. Joseph is better, even Joe if you have to.”
That made her laugh. “Since when are you too old for Joey? It’s your name.”
He closed the closet door and took a chair at the desk. “Maybe it’s time I grow up. I’m sixteen now.”
Jenna put the phone into her pocket, then stepped up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, what’s wrong?”